I've been on the road lately. I'm ready to just sit although the beauty of the country through which I find myself is energizing.
I went to Iowa on the 13th. This was the view out my mother's south window in the morning of the 14th.
The yard is brown, due to the drought, but the corn looked sort of okay. There was light fog in the lowlands of the creek bed and the sky was a crystal clear blue.
I had to go to Danville, Illinois, yesterday. The morning was similar to the one I experienced in Iowa.
There was a light fog that hugged the distance. I never drove through it although I could see it.
I did what I had to do and then headed home. Although I am getting rather tired of this drive down and back, I am so grateful for the scenery.
Not a cloud in the sky. The warm sunshine on my left arm which is now a half shade darker than my right arm. Jazz (Miles Davis, a gift, last year at Christmas, from my son-in-law) on the CD since jazz is nowhere to be found in this area.
My body would like, very much, not to have to do this drive again, but I have one more trip I need to do next week. Days like these, where the air is sweet and the sky is clear and the temperature is warm but not hot, make me wish I had the funds to just leave, pick a direction and go. The wanderlust gets strong. We have a big beautiful country to explore. I might look at the alternate route those internet "find your route" sites have recommended and drive it home next week. The Interstate is a swift but generally homogenized route. Four lanes where the only excitement is this.
If I want to get from "A" to "B" in a generally fast and efficient manner, it's the route to take. Yet, there's so much to see if you get off the 4-lane. Perhaps that's what I shall do next week. I'm sure there are blog posts just waiting to happen from a 2-lane road in the middle of eastern Illinois.
Beverage: Huckleberry tea